Saturday, August 9, 2014

ode to the tomato

I rode my bike to the farmer's market today in search of tomatoes. I bought a giant bag, and as I was headed out, I ran into two poets. My love for tomatoes runs deep (borderline obsession), so I figured that was worthy of a poem. Here is what it says:

Tomatoe (yes, he actually spelled it wrong. Love it.)

flesh

of wine

spilled

in blood

of shaded night.

sweet heat

filling the vessel with

a taste of fruit

-WC (www.williamthepoet.com)

I don't know many places where you can get a poem with your purchase of tomatoes, which is why I think Seattle might be the greatest city on Earth. Just sayin'